After I became the infinite flow boss

[A player is temporarily saved in Dead Rising]

As the system announced that Moss was dead, continuous gunshots rang out again in the collapsed military area.

Bang, bang, bang!

Olan's expression changed drastically. Unexpectedly, he was attacked from behind. He was shot twice and fell to his knees vomiting blood.

"Damn it 1

Bei Heng shot him once in the abdomen and once in the thigh.

Olan clutched his abdomen and kept panting. There was a strange white air coming out of the wound. This was because Gui Zhan's professional enhancement skills were automatically healing his injuries, but he had almost used up all the skill points he could use.

Bei Heng did not approach the safe house, but stood by the cover and continued shooting, while summoning player zombies hiding nearby and ordinary zombies further out.

Olan held the door handle, but before he could push the door open, he was shot repeatedly.

He was so exhausted that he couldn't even get through the door.

There was a sigh of relief in the live broadcast room.

How long has it been since the broadcast started? How come all the players were almost wiped out in the blink of an eye! ?

The number of people in the live broadcast room has skyrocketed to more than 10,000, most of whom intervened midway.

The three keywords of being in the top 100 of the infinite list, the wise dungeon boss, and the liver of the main god have attracted the attention of the vast majority of people.

Nowadays, no one would regard what happened during the live broadcast as "accidental".

Maybe, this will be a very important turning point, and future copies will change... like this!

The curiosity hunter also had a look of shame on his face. He knew that the recent players were somewhat arrogant. If it was too easy to post random copies on the forum, maybe it was because too many players thought so and formed a certain scale of It was the power of will that led to the occurrence of such extraordinary events today.

"But this is too stupid. The ease of dungeons is the best thing for players. What the hell are you talking about?" The curiosity hunter felt confused.

But thanks to the wishes of those idiots, I had the opportunity to watch a good show.

"And..." The curiosity hunter lowered his eyes with cold eyes, "I'm also very curious... what exactly is the liver of the Lord God."

The Curiosity Hunter understands why Moss would try so hard to prevent Oran from getting it, and would probably do the same thing if he were present.

"It doesn't matter if the props are left in the dungeon. After all, they are there in the first place. If you can't get them in the first round, they will be in the second round. As long as no player gets the props, the props will always be there..."

Um? It was only when the curiosity seeker thought of this that he realized there was a big problem with his thinking.

Because of the inertia of his thinking, of course he would think like he just did, thinking that the props would either stay in the instance or be owned by a certain player, but would it really be like before this time?

"Is it possible... that the zombie king can also obtain the main god's props?"

The curiosity seeker revealed a possibility that he could hardly believe. His heartbeat was beating fast and his face was solemn.

"No, is this really possible!?"

If the dungeon boss can also use props...how can players play?

At this time, several well-known character IDs from the infinite world appeared in the comment area, including the well-known witch... Juan'er!

In the live broadcast screen.

Oran almost became a bloody man.

"Ha, if you had chosen to break through the dungeon directly from the beginning, you wouldn't have ended up like this~ Why should you imitate other people's tricks?"

Juan'er commented on Olan's miserable situation in a frivolous tone.

"But, you didn't lose unfairly this time. This incident was indeed too sudden."

She left a few words in the comments, but no players dared to reply to her. You can imagine how infamous she is.

in the screen.

Bei Heng still stood calmly, with no intention of stepping forward to kill Olan at close range.

Even though Olan had completely fallen to the ground and was motionless, Bei Heng did not take a step closer to confirm Olan's death.

Caution is very necessary, especially when dealing with players like Olan.

Until the system declares him dead, he should be treated as alive.

Although in the current situation, if Olan can commit suicide, he should commit suicide. After all, no one wants to show his miserable posture in the live broadcast, not to mention that Olan is still such a proud person.

Of course, Bei Heng didn't want Olan to die right now.

After the number of transferred player zombies reached three, Beiheng sent them to confirm the situation of Oran.

At the same time, Bei Heng kicked Rhode awake at his feet.

"Ah! You! Why am I still in this copy? 1

Rhodes' face was dusty and confused. He thought he had died and met the King of Hell, but he didn't expect that he would have to wake up to witness this hell.

Bei Heng ignored him completely, took out a loudspeaker from his pocket, and shouted to the safe house.

"Listen up, if you want to die quickly and end the dungeon, I suggest you transfer all your points to this person."

As soon as Beiheng said these words, Olan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly twitched.

I was angry.

Rhodes looked shocked, his mouth wide open.

The player base was even more shocked.

"I'll go, the Zombie King wants to kill Olan completely. He actually kept the players in exchange for Olan's points, so that Olan can redeem himself without any points9

"This is too cruel. It is completely learning, because it has redeemed several players before and it is not satisfied. Now it has an absolute advantage and will completely kill the players! Completely cutting off the possibility of players escaping from the copy9

"Oh my god, even if Olan loses, he still has to confess himself in this dungeon. What kind of fucking misfortune is this?

Killing people and destroying their hearts, isn't that too horrible?

Oran was so angry that he struggled to get up, but he had lost too much blood and was too weak to lift his upper body up one or two centimeters before falling to the ground again. In this state, he didn't even have the strength to bite his tongue in humiliation and commit suicide.

And his passive blood-replenishing skill of the ghost warrior profession was still automatically healing him, just enough to prevent him from dying naturally.

Oran didn't expect that one day he would not want his skills to be so effective, so that he could die quickly and get out of this abominable copy. He believed that he would never lose next time!

The zombie player walked up to Oran, dragged him up, and held him up, pressing his face towards Bei Heng.

Oran's eyes were covered with blood and his vision was blurred, but at this moment, he could see the zombie king far away.

Ahhhhh, damn it!

Of course, Orlan actually planned to pretend to be dead and wait for the zombie king to approach before killing it, but who knew that the zombie king would not come over, and he did not come over until he had used up his remaining strength!

He hated his momentary hesitation. If he had used that remaining strength to commit suicide at that time, would he have fallen into this situation?

He was actually threatened by a mere zombie, what a shame!

Bei Heng did not move, and saw Orlan staring at him desperately, and said: "You are almost all dead. If I want, this copy can continue until ten days later... maybe even longer. You can refuse to accept it, but I don't think you will have a good time in these ten days."

Orlan's face was dark, and his eyeballs almost popped out.

Bei Heng was unmoved. As the zombie king, he was quite satisfied with the current situation.

The more painful the outsider was, the happier the zombie king's personality was. Torture, torture to death, the outsider deserves to die!

The surging black thoughts filled Bei Heng's mind. No matter how he felt, it was just endless anger and chaos.

"Don't you want to exchange points?" Bei Heng's expression was indifferent.

As soon as he finished speaking, the footsteps of thousands of zombies sounded around him.

[A player stayed in "Zombie Rising" forever]

The brown-haired young man who was used to replace his identity had been killed in time.

"Ahhhh!" Rod screamed in fear unconsciously. He looked around and saw zombies coming out of the broken tiles and stones, roaring non-stop, bringing the stench of decay to the whole city. It was simply a scene from hell.

He was so scared that he wanted to bang his head and die immediately, but he didn't do it because he still had a trace of reason. His reason told him that as long as Orlan surrendered, he could get Orlan's points and redeem himself.

So, please, give the points to me quickly.

Rod stared at Orlan, his whole body trembling with fear, but his eyes were still shining, and he was extremely eager for what he called a glimmer of life.

Bei Heng glanced at Rod and knew his ridiculous idea. He stepped on Rod and said to Orlan: "I actually hope that you can't surrender so quickly, because the torture hasn't started yet, right?"

Olan's eyes changed suddenly, and he said intermittently: "What...you...are...going to...do."

Bei Heng was speechless, but the more speechless he was, the more terrifying he was.

"What do you think?"